Which is OK actually. We've lived through some disruptive remodels, but nothing quite so invasive. The work covers the entire house, from attic to the basement, and three big men and their tools take up a lot of space.
This is not dainty work. It takes brains and brawn. They seem to be doing a good job, but I wish the estimator would have prepared us for the amount of wall and ceiling damage. But then, he's a salesman not an electrician. When he started singing the praises of The Wall Doctor business, that was a big hint.
They gouged out the lathe and plaster on almost every switch plate and plug. I thought they would just pop replacement boxes in the existing holes. Silly me. And as John says, these are electricians, not carpenters and they haven't been trained much with "those kind of tools."
On the bright side, it's been an opportunity for cleaning up and cleaning out. Especially behind seldom moved things. Ugh. How many times have I emptied the vacuum cleaner? It will feel great when the wall repairs are finally done and I have a call into The Wall Doctor to get an estimator out asap. Oh boy, making more new friends with power tools.
Since I've been outside trying to stay out of the way, I cleaned up the cluttered shed and hauled a big pile of stuff (old garden tools, rusty bench, cracked pots, a beach umbrella frame, etc.) to the curb in front of the house. It looked like junk to me, but within an hour it was gone. Hauled off for free!
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